February 2011

One minute its time to get up and the next its bed time, the day i live in is a collection of one dam thing after another. i care about the people i love, i care about this day. This is all we have, this right now, i don’t own any of tomorrow, i can’t explain yesterday i can only live right here right now in this moment and on this page

I don’t know what to say, im still thinking about it really. I feel stumped. A Cottonwood workshop day across the road from me, relationships and all who sail in them. its safe now, you can turn the page…….

Weekends are alwys something to look forward to, they alwys were, i remember being at school and really be so happy when Friday came around. And then it rained. Model making, sorting out my LPs wtching black and White films. As I got older and joined a band weekends seemed less exciting but nevertheless there […]

Today i sat there and looked at the screen. The only break was going out to the Teenage Cancer office to meet the girls who run the show, and offer up my services. Gordon (Roach) and i had lunch together and some mint tea, Gordon knows what nothing happens means, we both share the living […]

Breakfast as ever around the corner in Cocorimo and then some domestic changing off the strings, my guitar now sounds like a new born bird. A bit of rehearsals and then to do BBC Radio Five live with Glenn. On the Richard Bacon show we performed a few songs and plugged the Albert Hall show […]

This morning i spent some time talking with a lovely lady from Cunard about me working on board the Queen Mary in May, not as a butler but as a songwriting coach. Im excited, my sea legs are steady so it should be an easy trip to New York where i hope to play some […]

This weekend sees the launch of my new web site and i want to thank Steve for being so great in taking the time to build such a reflective site. From here on in i hope to reveal the build up to the Squeeze show at the Royal Albert Hall, the updates on the new […]

Time Slips By

One minute its time to get up and the next its bed time, the day I live in is a collection of one dam thing after another. I care about the people I love, i care about this day. this is all we have, this right now, I don’t own any of tomorrow, I can’t explain yesterday i can only live right here right now in this moment and on this page